N-Gansterer-20220925-2200-Vienna

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↓ short description of the atmosphere

I am outside. I am on the ground, on my knees, surrounded by the wet nighty coolness from the grass and the trees. The Night is ready, all-ready switched on in the housing block, peeking over the wall, looking over its shoulder, glancing into my heart. In small windows, small lives are evening out the day. Even(t)ing. I am inwardly wide open. Raw. Darkening World, too muchness. Darkness—there is no single night, only nights, nightings, ever mighty. I give myself to you. Softly sinking in, nightynite.